Wet, wet, wet.
The name of a Scottish pop band, that is now a description of Johannesburg's summer. This morning I woke up without an alarm and was again surprised that I had made it through the night without waking. Rusty was ready and waiting and waiting is what we ended up doing. Eventually the heavy rain stopped we went out for a shortened run. The area is called Modderfontein, which means Mud fountain so I was trying to avoid the streams, yet give Rusty a chance to run offlead. We got back just in time before another cycle of heavy downpours.
I'd arranged a breakfast meeting at the local coffee shop in the heritage village and this time we sat indoors. It was very pleasant and fortunately another two tables arrived so it wasn't too quiet on this soggy public holiday.
In the afternoon Rusty was full of cabin fever so I took him to the dog park where he had some fun chasing some dogs and birds. I ended up taking him on a long route home because he was still hyper. We spotted his bestie in the small playpark where his child owner was being pushed on the swings. After a very quick embrace, both dogs being on leads, I set off deeper into the estate to stretch Rusty's legs to make up 5km. Finally he's had his energy spent and is currently snoring away in the lounge.The rain continues to pour down.
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